Hello my
love
I'm in a bar
And the
stale cigarette smoke
Reminds me
of those Turkish cigarettes
We used to
smoke
The first
time we held hands
With the
smoke in our lungs
It reminds
me of the first time we made love
Magic was in
the air that night
But that
magic is not here
Where I am
now
I ship out
tomorrow
To fight a
white man's war
I might not
make it back
If I don't,
take care of mother
Though I
cannot remember the last time we spoke
Another
lungful of smoke and I want you even more
My love, if
I go
Keep me in
your memory
Don't shed
too many tears
And if I
make it back
From this
meaningless bloodshed
Let us do
all that we planned to do
When we were
dating in college
Let's go on
those trips
And take
photos of us
Teach me how
to bake
You do it so
well
The bar is
closed now
The hour
almost at hand
I am outside
in the chilly winter
And my love
There is no
more cigarette smoke
The Bilge Master
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